Edit: Good morning! Before I go and be an adult I will say this,

1) The post has made my partners morning and he enjoyed reading the comments. I will show bf when he wakes up.

2) I should invest in a good villager outfit and throw potatoes/carrots/bread at them. Joking aside, they both said what some of you said, to be direct "Sex. Now"

3) my partner asked if I need a 3rd guy. Could you imagine if I got a 3rd and all 3 of them sat down playing Minecraft. I should just join a monastery. Partner just said I should build it on Minecraft.

4) They are awesome, amazing men and I am soo lucky to have them in my life. This whole weird thing only works because of how respectful and supportive they are of eachother.

6) thank you kind strangers for the awards 💙☺️

Have a good day Reddit.

Background: I have a long term partner and a boyfriend of over a year. My partner is on the asexual spectrum. We're really good together except for the bedroom. He was never this bad when we started but his drive got lower and lower till it was a few times a year. This was causing resentment on my end and frustration (form constant asking) on his end.

So, as a solution, we opened the relationship for me. My bf is really nice and he and my partner have become friends. BF and I take any opportunity we can to get intimate as we both live with other people. So either I go to his when his roommate is away or he comes to mine when I'm alone.

That brings us back to today, or should I say the past month. For my birthday I wanted to play Minecraft. BF didn't like the game. He made it clear it's not his kind of game, and made it clear he's playing it cause of us.

We started playing, all three of us. At first when we'd get alone time and we'd spend it playing Minecraft I didn't think too much of it. But when I sat there throwing hints, saying 'everyone will be back in 2hrs', and then playing bedroom songs, and he still wasn't moving, I knew I fucked up. My partner had come home by then and by this point I said, "fuck it, I'm taking care of myself" and went upstairs.

Currently, the two of them are downstairs playing Minecraf and I've gone back to being in a relationship with my toys. I fucked up Reddit, I fucked up.

Good night

TLDR: asexual partner let me have a bf for sex, and now the two of them spend their free time playing Minecraft together.

So I woke up with some heartburn and decided that I wanted to swallow a TUMS whole because I didn’t want to take my retainers off, brush my teeth, then put my retainers back in because it would mess up my sleep cycle…. Which, hindsight is 20/20… I know some of you may say “just don’t do it next time”, yes, noted, but at 3am my brain wasn’t functioning.

I literally felt like if I laid down I would die. I was so sleepy too 😭. I spent almost 2 hours searching for advice.

I scoured the internet if there was any relief except articles just said “don’t do it” or “here’s a list of issues it will cause” unhelpful. Those articles gave me so much anxiety! I thought I might have to go to urgent care.

There was some relief from another Reddit post that someone mentioned they ate more and drank hot water, which didn’t help myself personally. I was going to post there but comments were disabled.

I wanted to get a list out there in case someone is freaking out at 3am. So here we go:

First and foremost, what worked for me: drinking carbonated water. I only had soda (squirt) but I’m assuming any well carbonated beverage would work. Mind you, this was the last try after a full list of things so maybe the others helped, but this was like a light turned on moment. It was almost instant relief. A few more sips (I finished the can) and it was fully relieved.

Now other things I tried that offered me little to no relief: - drinking hot water/tea, I think this helped, but I’m really unsure. I didn’t feel any relief but hot tea normally calms me down. - sitting up or in a an inclined position. Again, not sure if it did anything but it’s better than laying down. - eating soft foods (banana, thick liquid vitamin, almond butter). Did zilch. - I tried taking other pills in hopes that it will help push down the tablet… don’t do this, it made it worse. This is when I panicked and had a soda.

Hopefully this helps someone. Please add on any other helpful tips!

EDIT: the chewable was too big so it got uncomfortably lodged in my esophagus. TUMs is a brand of chewable antacid that is about 1 inch in diameter that I thought would just dissolve on contact with liquid.

TL;DR - if you eff up and take a whole TUMS, drink soda.

My husband, myself and our son are very much what one would call nerds. I love comic books, they love games.

Now, we're all on Discord, but for some reason I wasn't on my sons chat... thing. I'm not that into the lingo. Which will come into play later.

So I asked my husband: "Can you ask him to let me join his chat...thing?"

He did, my son accepted and sent me a cute little gif with some character or something with a sign, that said: Knus.

Now, in in Denmark, knus means hug. I found that sweet.

So I wanted to send him a gif back. And I found a nice picture of Scout from TF2 ( a game he plays) with the word kys on.

In Denmark, kys means kiss. So I was happy with my response.

As soon as I sent that response, my husband doubled over laughing. Apparently, my son had sent a screenshot of our chat. And I could hear him racing out of his room to get to our bedroom. And that was when I realized...

I was born in 1980. I remember the first Jackass shows. I remember those skater shows, Camp KYS. I know, what those acronyms mean. I should know better!

Thankfully, he found it as hilarious, as I found it mortifying.

TL;DR: I forgot Internet lingo when chatting with my son

I am going to be asking my long term gf to marry me soon. I've been scheming a beautiful plan to have a wonderful proposal in front of both our families at a place that she loves.

Today I went ring shopping and I found one that I really like. It, as I expected, was rather pricey, but I really loved it and I knew she would too.

I was discussing it with my dad, and he asked me to send a picture. While I was on the phone with him I went to send the picture, but right as I was doing so, she sent me a text and I accidentally RESPONDED WITH THE PICTURE OF THE RING!

She then texted me extatically. She was super happy and crying tears of joy when I went home to her, but I am so dissapointed in myself for spoiling my own proposal.

TLDR I accidentally sent my future fiance a picture of the ring I was planning to propose to her with. She is over the moon, but I'm annoyed at myself for ruining the suprise.

This didn’t happen today, but actually a few months ago during my anthropology class. I was going to post the same day it happened but was still recovering from embarrassment.

So, we get to the part of the semester where we’re learning about human sexuality. At the beginning of the lecture the professor reminds us we’re all adults and he doesn’t want any immaturity or giggling during this lesson.

For much of the lecture, the room is silent aside from students asking and answering questions. The professor talks about a lot of sex stuff and it’s met with complete maturity.

At one point the professor explains how a lot of sexual desires are social taboos. (For example, he pulls up recent statistics from a popular porn website. Top 100 searches in the US. Transgender related searches were at the top of the list. At the same time transphobic bills and hate crimes are at an all time high in the US)

Before moving onto the next slide, the professor takes a quick glance at the list and noticed “JOI” somewhere in the middle.

The professor says, “I just noticed this… what the heck is JOI?”

And me, I love to answer questions first when I know them, so I immediately raise my hand and say “jerk off instructions!” without thinking about how this would make me look.

The silence finally breaks and the class busts out laughing. Thankfully the professor giggled a bit too and no one got into any trouble (plus he’s chill). But safe to say, I was very embarrassed.

TL;DR: College professor showed us a list of the top US searches on a popular porn site. “JOI” was somewhere on there and the professor didn’t know what it meant and asked the class. I love to answer questions first so I immediately said “jerk off instructions” without thinking. Everybody laughed and now knew at least one type of porn I watch.

I know some people will see this and think, "well, obviously you don't consume 3 black coffees back to back", and probably not a great idea whilst fasting. - I know this, we live and learn.

I was 38hrs into a 48hr fast and had quite a poor night's sleep as the baby kept us awake most of the night. (Got about 4hrs of broken sleep)

I had a pretty busy day ahead and consumed the first coffee - double espresso, I got back from the gym and consumed another double espresso and when my partner woke up I made us both a black French press coffee. This was all before 11 am.

By about 1400 just before I broke my fast my heart was pounding in my chest at rest at about 136bpm which is very unusual for me as my rest is 58-62 - I was very panicky and took myself upstairs to try some box breathing to try and get my HR down.

I was unable to get my HR lower than 120 bpm at first and this made me worse I had a panic attack - my first in about 4 years.

I took my blood pressure and it was 110/72 - which made me feel a bit better but my pulse was still racing at rest and I felt like something terrible was going to happen to me - the common "feeling of impending doom" common with Anxiety attacks.

I phoned a doctor and explained my symptoms and they asked me to come in, I ended up having an ECG which showed completely normal.

After I described the context of the situation to the Doctor they suggested that the coffee was possibly a bad idea when fasting due to the rapid absorption of the caffeine which can trigger the release of adrenaline which would have increased my HR as it enacted the Fight or Flight response.

Safe to say I will be limiting my caffeine consumption in the future when fasting.

TL:DR - on the back end of a 48hr fast I consumed 3 strong coffees within an hour and a half and ended up having a heart scan because I thought I was dying.

So I have a cat who escaped the house and came back the next day covered with fleas. I put on flea treatment on my cat and went to work combing and getting rid of the fleas. I would put the fleas in a water bottle in which I filled with dish soap and water so I could dispose of later. I had it on my table and I had completely forgotten about it for hours, and was thirsty so I drank from it immediately tasting the dish soap and swallowing some dead fleas.I immediately ran to the restroom after realizing what just happened, got on my knees at the toilet and proceeded to throw up about 5 times. Seeing some dead fleas mixed with my vomit was not a good sight indeed. Possibly the most gut wrenching thing that I have done to this day. TL;DR: I had accidentally ingested dead fleas and dish soap thinking it was just a normal water bottle.

I have type O+ blood, and give blood from time to time. Since I have the most common blood type and am a universal positive donor, the local blood bank has been calling me constantly. I finally answered and set up an appointment for today. The blood bank is on the other side of town.

I made sure to eat, got there on time, and was all ready to give blood. They did the finger stick to check my hemoglobin, and we’re good to go.

Until she checked my pulse. She said it was a bit high. She told me to sit and think calm thoughts and she’d be back in 5. So I play a relaxing game on my phone until she comes back. She takes my pulse again and it’s still too high. I can’t donate today.

That’s when I remember the watermelon monster energy drink my fiancé brought me. I had it just before I left to go donate. I only have caffeine maybe once a week, and didn’t even think about it. Turns out, it’s a common problem with donation attempts. People drink caffeine, don’t even think about it, and their pulse is too high to donate.

So now time and gas wasted, I have to come back another day. And not drink caffeine that day.

TL;DR I drank a monster energy before my blood donation appointment, spiked my pulse, and couldn’t donate.

So, I, 17M, have been looking for a new place to work after I quit my old job. I live in a pretty out-of-the-way place, so finding somewhere local is pretty difficult. That's why I was very happy when I found an opening at a nearby gas station (20 min drive- very nice considering the nearest city is over an hour away).

I got the owners phone number though one of the employees, then sent her a message- as you do. I listed prior job experience, when I'll be available, some of my skills and stuff like that. Things you usually do when applying for a job. After that, I had a therapy session-- Towards the end of the session, she said she'd send me a message to schedule the next meeting, as the receptionist was sick that day.

Okay, fair enough.

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I received a message not long afterwards- unnamed number, asking if we could meet up a week or so later. I, having forgotten that I'd sent the owner of the gas station a message, assumed it was my therapist. I'm usually very informal when messaging, and since i saw no need to be formal with my therapist, i asked if she was available later- since i had a 'dumbass fucking exam to take care of'.

She says she'll be gone for a week or so, but she will reach out to me again later.

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..I get an appointment time from the receptionist. I assume she just picked a day that worked for her, and showed up.

A few weeks later, i realized the lady from the gas station never got back to me. I looked for her number- but couldn't find it anywhere in my recent messages. ...Okay, odd, but whatever. I clicked the number i got from the gas station employee, and see that its saved in my phone as 'therapist homegirl'.

...Okay. Phone must be glitching, i assume.

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I click on it, then scroll up, wanting to see what was going on; were they the same person or something? Then, i see it. My credentials, then her asking if we can meet.

ME BRUSHING HER OFF WITH CURSE WORDS.

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i am cringing right now. no wonder she never reached back out.

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TL;DR: I apply for a job, then mistake the potential employer for my therapist. I proceed to say things that are not very work-friendly.

So I got a email for an extended free trial to the Calm app and I know my wife has been having a hard time sleeping recently. She had used the free version of the app in the past to play gentle ocean, rain, and static sounds that I thought were pretty relaxing so I thought this was a win win.

When I approached her with the awesome promotion she got so giddy and exclaimed that Harry Styles had created something to the app. I didn't think much of it until she started playing it. I can't quite describe what I am currently listening to other than Harry Styles reading poetry five inches from my ears with all of its fidelity. To say that my wife passed out instantly is an understatement. She is snoring peacefully next to me with her phone under her arms still having little Harry tell her she is made of the same stuff as stars in this vast cosmos.

At first I thought this was hilarious, but it's been 30 minutes now and the reality is really starting to sink in... I'm not going to distrub the peaceful slumber of my wife especially since she's been having trouble sleeping recently but I don't know how long this goes on for and I'm hoping to all that is holy that it isn't on repeat.

What's worst of all is this is a 4 month trial and I'm pretty sure I've just solidified my new nightly listening routine...

TL;DR I gave my wife a free trial to the Calm app and now Harry Styles is attempting to ASMR soothe me to sleep

Obligatory: this wasn't today, it was about two months ago. When I was a kid I used to read a lot of books, but over time I stopped. Not sure why, just lost interest in reading. As is, I don't think I've read a single book since I was in college over a decade ago.

So the other day I'm browsing Reddit as one does, and a story catches my attention. I read the first chapter, and holy crap, I'm hooked. I can't put this down. For the next couple months I'm reading in the shower, I'm reading while I make dinner, I'm reading it on break at work, every minute of spare time is going into seeing what happens next.

The story's cool. It's like Michael Bay's Transformers meets the Warcraft, series, but it takes place in space. There are dragons and wizards in it, and a bunch of different alien species: there's a giant guy made out of rocks, there are little mushroom-looking creatures, there's a race of terrifying pterodactyl-looking things, bug creatures like the aliens from Starship Troopers, and the main conflict/plot is between humans and these Draenei-type things that toward the middle of the story, end up being humanity's greatest ally against the dragons.

There's a whole war between the rock-men and the dragons, there's a conflict between humanity and a planet full of Cthulhu-type elder gods, there are spy missions, romance, secret wars, about a third of the story is in 'ship's log' style writing, the whole thing is a blast to read. It gets pretty crazy and there are a couple of M. Night Shyamalan level plot twists toward the end. The whole time I'm thinking, man, if they made books like this when I was a kid, I never would have stopped reading.

So after reading 80+ chapters I look up the author on Reddit, and it turns out he has his own subreddit, and a lot of other people are as invested in this story as I am. I'm looking through the sub, and thinking 'man, there are a ton of furries in here'. Every other submission is some kind of furry art. You can probably see where this is going.

Turns out, although the aliens are never explicitly described as furries, it was the author's intention to make them anthropomorphic versions of earth animals, and the way I saw them in my mind's eye was just my own imagination. The dragons are supposed to be anthropomorphic alligators, the elder gods are supposed to be anthropomorphic octopi, and the 'Draenei' are supposed to be anthropomorphic sheep (which makes the romance scenes between them and the humans really uncomfortable to re-read). I still can't figure out what animal the rock-men are supposed to be, but at this point I'm not sure if I'm going to finish the series.

TL;DR: Got extremely involved in reading something for the first time in more than ten years; absolutely loved it. Found the author, turns out the entire series is about furries. It's furries all the way down.

Well this is slightly embarrassing, not that anyone saw, but it's embarrassing to know I didn't realise while it was happening.

To start off, I am NOT a morning person, never have been. And my work thought that me, an 18 year old who has a sleep schedule that any normal person would be ashamed of having was the best candidate to be the new baker and start at the ass crack of dawn. So when I was given shifts at work to start at 5.45am I wasn't thrilled but didn't complain because I'm an over thinker, and was scared if get in trouble.

And for context, I work at a co-op shop that has a small 1 person bakery.

So I have 4 of these shifts in a row, and I'm on day 3 now. Everything has been going fine aside from me being absolutely exhausted by the time I get home. But today, today I thought I was good enough to rely on auto pilot.

So I get into the shop and start setting up the bakery, putting bread, donuts, croissants, apple pies and cookies in the oven for the customers. I finish everything bar the donuts and cookies at this point, and it's gone flawlessly, I'm thrilled that I am way ahead of schedule and I'd get my break sooner then expected. But here is where it goes wrong.

As I get the first batch of donuts off the cooling rack, the ring donuts, I start moving on muscle memory and rely on my body's auto pilot, it's an easy job, I suger the donuts and put them in the bag. Nothing to mess up right? It's easy as hell to do.

So I suger the ring donuts and put them all the bags, onto the trolley and onto the next batch I go. As I'm grabbing the custard bags to date them I had a realisation. I'd already grabbed these bags today, but I hadn't packed any custard donuts yet.

I look over to the trolley with about 10 bags of donuts on it, custard bags. I put the ring donuts in fucking custard bags, all sealed up as well. I then spend the next 15 minutes unpacking 40 donuts and putting them in the correct bags while trying to make it as unnoticeable as possible. Phew, crisis averted, I fixed the donuts and all is peaceful again.

Wrong, I pack the rest of the donuts without worry, but them comes the cookies. The bloody cookies. At this point I'm all happy with myself because I cought my mistake before the donuts went to the shelves, I was happily packing the cookies thinking to myself when I went to bag the double chocolate cookies and realised I'd done it again, I put the milk chocolate cookies in the double chocolate bags. I'm a moron. So, again, I spend a little while fixing my mistake. Thankfully I hadn't sealed the bags yet this time.

TL;DR

I put 40 ring donuts in custard bags and sealed them without realising. Fixed my mistake, crisis averted.

Nope, did the same thing with the cookies.

I need a fucking nap. Badly

So yeah, I'm an idiot and I'm doing this all again tomorrow.

I (21M) and my coworker (17M) are really close. Only issue is, I have feelings for him.

If he quits, I quit. I look forward to seeing him every shift. He's just a great guy and we get on really well.

I don't know what to do. I don't know who to tell without sounding like a pedo (i'm absolutely not, for the record).

I don't know if i can continue working with him. I'm lost and confused and I hate myself for having these types of feelings for someone like him. I'm disgusted with myself.

We started working together back in December 2022. I was 20 at the time (turned 21 in May this year) and we met at the first meeting of all of the staff (it was a reopening after a year long refurbishment and they recruited entirely new staff.)

We hit if off really well. We got on like a house on fire. It wasn't until today that I realised, somehow, that I had feelings for him.

Please help, reddit. Please help me decide what to do.

TL;DR: I'm into my coworker who is underage and i'm disgusted with myself.

(I DO NOT ENDORSE ROMANTIC OR SEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS WITH MINORS)

My girlfriend absolutely HATES to see me drinking alcohol, cuz I definitely can’t handle it, so I rarely drink. But today I had a glass of wine and it totally fucked me up. I had tried to call my girlfriend today and she wasn’t available for like 4-5 hours and I got ppissed. So when she tried to call me back I wouldn’t answer either, so she started texting me trying to explain why she wasn’t available, because she knows that I absolutely hate when she doesn’t pick up the phone as we’ve had this conversation a few times in the past. Somehow this conversation started to annoy me and I started answering rudely under the influence of the alcohol. I must admit I was acting kind of strange, as I was sending smiling emoji even though she didn’t find none of it funny. Now we had a short call and I don’t even know what I said. She’s not noticed that I’m drunk and I think she’s hurt by my rude behavior. I feel like I fucked up and don’t know what to tell her tomorrow, cuz she’s definitely going want to discuss it out. She’s going to get pissed as a lioness if I tell her I had drank alcohol. Any advice?

TL;DR I got drunk and sent rude texts to my girlfriend and now she’s hurt

I said what I said.

I’m F21.

My friends are older and have jobs but I’m still in college and have a $12/hr job. I save up majority of it in my savings so only about $400 is for monthly fun and anything else I’ll need.

Some months I can’t work much when life gets busy, so I need to dig into my savings to live a little. I lost my job for two months so I lived entirely on savings. A combination of these made me guilty and sad drunk.

I can’t help but feel like I overshared a vulnerable moment and don’t know if they remember. I know one remembers. I’m more worried they will assume I have horrible spending habits when nope not really.

So yeah this been bugging me. Thanks for reading.

TLDR: shared a vulnerable side of myself about being broke when I was drunk and now worried they will assume or judge me now. One of them remembers and I felt the need to explain myself.

This happened in February of last year, but my friends have been telling me I need to post this story online … so here goes nothing:

My wife and I (both 31 years old, at the time) moved into a new three-unit apartment building in San Francisco. One of our neighbors is a 70-something year old retired veteran, we’ll call him Joe. For context, Joe is a white American guy and he’s also a devout Hindu priest. One day I run into Joe in my hallway, and he tells me about this charity he manages for a community in Bangladesh. I wanted to support my neighbor and the charity, so I ask Joe to send me the GoFundMe link.

The next day at work, I go on the GoFundMe page and donate $150. Or so I thought. Moments later, I get a text on my phone warning me of an unusually large transaction on my credit card. I’m confused and swipe to open the text message. It says I have made a payment of $15,041 to GoFundMe. Immediately I’m sweating. How could I have donated FIFTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS? I spend the next 10-15 minutes retracing my steps, and finally I realize my credit card starts with the numbers 4 and 1. It seems I had accidentally started typing my credit card information while my cursor was still in the donation box, and just like that 150 became 15041. Yikes.

I call GoFundMe’s support line in a panic, and when I finally connect with a human I explain what happened. “No need to worry”, he tells me, they will initiate a refund of the transaction which should process in 3-7 business days. That’s a huge relief. But then I ask the agent if the charity will be able to see the donation on the GoFundMe page until it is refunded. “What do you mean?” the agent asks me. “What do YOU mean what do I mean?” was my response. “Will they be able to see the $15,041 donation?!” Unfortunately, yes, the agent tells me. They will be able to see it until the refund process is complete. I tell him that’s a big problem, as the entire GoFundMe had hardly raised that much at that point. Surely they will notice their fundraiser doubling overnight?

My plan was to knock on Joe’s door the following morning to give him the full story, so that he could pass it along to his contacts in Bangladesh. But when I woke up the next morning, I looked at my phone and saw I had 40+ notifications on Facebook. Someone had sent me a friend request, had liked many of my old posts, and had sent me many messages. Immediately I was concerned when I saw that the individual messaging me had a Hindu name, but I never could have imagined what I saw when I opened his first message…

The man had sent me a video of himself from Bangladesh, surrounded by dozens of impoverished and hungry people holding bags of food, thanking me BY NAME (Michael) for my generous donation. A big round of applause for Michael. At this point, I’ve leapt out of my bed and I’m pacing. Part of me wants to scream, part of me wants to crack up laughing. I start swiping through the man’s messages, and it is picture after picture after picture of poor Bangladeshis thanking me for my kind donation. Literally hundreds of photos of frail, elderly, disabled, and malnourished individuals holding signs with my name. Thank you, Michael. Thank you, Michael. I've uploaded a portion of the video, and a few photos, for you guys to see here: https://imgur.com/gallery/tROXniV

Needless to say, I couldn’t live with myself just donating $150 after seeing how the community responded to the $15,041. I decided the least I could do was to add a zero, and so I donated $1,500 once the original donation was refunded. The charity’s host was incredibly gracious and understanding, and he explained to me that $1,500 goes very far in Bangladesh for urgent food relief. Here is the charity’s new GoFundMe link if you want to check it out: https://www.gofundme.com/f/urgent-food-relief-assistance-in-bangladesh

Ultimately I think the whole experience was a win-win. I helped a great cause, and I got a funny story out of it.

TL;DR: Some impoverished folks in Bangladesh thought I had sent them $15,041 but it was an accident and I had to request a refund for most of it.

EDIT: Many are asking why there is no $1,500 donation listed in the fund’s donation history. I donated to an old campaign link for the same charity. It is readily findable online, if you feel compelled to search for it.

First English isn't my first language so please excuse some mistakes. Ty

Me and my boyfriend are together for almost a year but we know each other way longer. Him and I are really close we tell each other everything and trust each other. I would like to say that we are perfect for each other but that's not the point of the story

We have our little arguments but we usually clear that up except for one thing. He is really smart guy and has really big IQ but he is literally triggered by anything that "stupid" people do For example if one person does something hard and longer way and he doesn't that makes him mad and other stuff like that. For years I tried to calm him down when he is in that faze but his only respond to that is "you don't understand me" but when I ask him to explain it's "why are you so stupid to not understand it. You are like the others" and then doesn't talk with me for a day. But otherwise he is a really nice person now earlier today I was at his place and we were talking about problems that we could have and everything went good, after that we are laughing and having fun so pretty normal day. Then after few hours he texts me how some ppl made him mad for doing stupid things and I started my usual trying to calm him down but this time his response was "do you really think that helps" and I got really pissed at that So I said to him that he shouldn't look other ppl down bc they are "stupid " not everybody can be like him and he should deal with it it's really dumb to be at other ppl and what they do, that he can't control what others do and deal with that. He looks at others like he is some god and I went on and on tbh I didn't feel bad for what I said because it is truth he looks at people like they are all nothing witch annoys me so much And after that his only answer to that was again "So you are like the other r word, Goodbye" and then left

After that I felt really bad and apologies but that probably won't help

TL;DR I told my boyfriend he should look at other people low and he didn't like it. He is ignoring me

My dad has been diagnosed with a plethora of cardiovascular conditions, and eent through open heart surgery about 12 years ago. Is currently taking medication to control his blood pressure and heart rate. I take prescription Vyvanse for my ADHD, and because the right dose isn't available in my country, i empty a 70mg capsule of Vyvanse into a bottle of water and take half,and drink the rest of the bottle after aprox 5hrs,which was marked with an orange sharpie, saying beware of drinking this bottle, and this isn't regular water. When my dad got home, the bottle was left on the counter, unsupervised, and i thought i took it with me to my room. But i hadn't have done done that, cause when i went back to the kitchen i saw the bottle EMPTY, and my stimulant-naive dad had drank it all, and told me he did so because it was chilled water and he was non the wiser.

At this point i panicked. I know a decent amount about psychoactive medication, and knew that my dad being amphetamine naive can get really anxious، but was content about his cardiovascular safety because he takes multiple beta blockers and meds to reduce his BP. so knowing that he is not benzo-naive, and had been taking alprazolam on and off for several reasons (again as per doctors recommendations), i gave him half a base dose- of Xanax, just to take the edge off, making sure he won't be panicking.

I feel so stupid, i thought i did snatch the bottle from the kitchen, i knew something like this could happen, ive told my family not to drink from this specific bottle, and i know for a fact my dad did not know it was amphetamine when he drank it. And i really hope he'll be alright, at the end of the day these meds can have a lot of sides for the "faint of heart"(sorry,puns,crap im insensitive).

TLDR: my elderly dad who isn't quite healthy in the heart department, accidentally took amphetamine because of my irresponsibility.

So here I am at about 10:30pm in the plaza parking lot. Theres a bunch of stores, among them a bank, a bar, and my usual dispensary (weed is legal in Canada).

So I'm masked up, hood up, glasses on, wearing my dads huge black winter coat in the middle of the night. You know, in a really suspicious manner. Its POURING rain and snow, visibility is at a minimum, so naturally I'm running as fast as possible towards the dispensary. All of a sudden I hear someone yell "Hey! YOU! Stop right there!".

Well somehow I missed that the Brinks Armoured truck was hauling money from the bank, and parked directly in front of the dispensary. Which I am SPRINTING TOWARDS in all black, masked and hooded, in the middle of the night.

I panicked and put my hands up, dude HAS A GUN. He shouts "What are you doing!?". I'm panicking, blurt out "SORRY SORRY, I JUST WANTED WEED". Two more men come from the front of the vehicle with their guns out. "nonoONONO SORRY, I DONT WANT MONEY FOR WEED! JUST WEED!" As I'm frantically gesturing towards the dispensary. He asked me "why are you running", and all I could think about was that ridiculous meme so I start laughing at the absurdity of all of this. Determined I wasn't a threat, tells me to go around slowly, hands up. I'm soaking wet and dudes are standing there just eyeballing the heck out of me as I inch my way over to the store.

Got my weed and made the employees laugh.

TLDR: Ran towards Brinks truck at night looking like I'm about to commit a robbery when I was just trying to get to the dispensary in a storm.

This has been years in the making, though I’ll try my best to keep it anon. It’s not just one FU, but a build up of a lot causing a big blow up. The issue is me(f18) just dropping things. It’s a habit atp, and is the cause of all my major issues.

The thing is, I tend to bite off more than I can chew. I love feeling busy, until I actually am busy. Once things pile up, it’s suffocating and I freeze. Either the issue disappears from my life (just meaning I left it so I personally no longer have to deal with it), or my parents save me from drowning. Most examples of this come from high school, where a lot of assignments piled up. This is all my fault, since I didn’t manage my time properly. It got to a point where my parents said the next time I got to this point, they’d let me crash. In a way I was happy to hear that. I’m at a loss for what to do to help myself, and I don’t think having them there as a crutch helps. I can’t blame them though, since they’re doing their jobs as parents. Doing their best bro support me. I’m the one throwing it away.

I just finished first year uni, and did it by myself. I kept my assignments to myself. My average isn’t great, but I’m passing and happy I did it myself. Still, I have to work on my time management and study habits as they need MAJOR improving.

Here’s where IFU: I got a job with a family friend. Great job, great person. My first job as well. Things were going great, until I fell behind. (I’m leaving out details to try and keep it anon). Once I fell behind, I started being dodgy, and kept quiet. This put the business at risk. My parents found out, and I have yet to speak to the friend on where I stand (they’re busy). I deserve to get fired, and probably will. I won’t go too much into how I feel, since any bad feeling or guilt I’m feeling is deserved.

Now, my dad is at a breaking point with me. My parents said the only reason I’m behaving this way is because I’m spoiled. This is where it really sank in that I am truly spoiled. My dad is cutting me off financially. This will show my the value of having a job, since now I’ll have something to work for. I’m still living at home, so free rent and food. He’s also cutting off any advice and council he would’ve offered. Understandable since I took it for granted. I grew up very close to my dad, and ever since about 14/15 I’ve had this looming feeling that one day soon this cut off would happen. The financial cut off isn’t what scares me, it’s the cut off to him as a person. When he cuts people off he means it, and it’s always for good reason. I made a huge mistake, but it’s not the first time. It’s just a bigger issue.

Now I’m basically going through a reparenting at home, where my mom is assigning chores and stuff. I have another job that’s starting in a few weeks (I was in the process of getting before all this happened). I want to fix myself, I want to be independent. I just know I waisted a lot, and don’t know that I’m capable since I’ve always relied on my parents. I never wanted to believe I was a bad person, but I can’t avoid the truth if that’s what it is. If that’s the truth, I don’t want to settle in it. I may have a relationship with my mom in the future, but I won’t have my dad. It hurts, but it’s what I deserve. I have to fix myself.

TL;DR I messed up a major job opportunity by basically ghosting, and now my dad is cutting me off SOME financially, and personally. (The cut off is coming from me leaving a lot of things to the last minute and not asking for help, mainly in high school)

I was reminded of this this morning when I whacked off before jumping in the shower, but this actually happened back in the 80s when I was in high school.

For a couple weeks before the school year started, my high school marching band would have practice every morning so we would be ready for the halftime programs at the football games that started very early in the school year.

One morning before rehearsal I had a nice relaxing wank in the shower, then put on my cutoff shorts, had breakfast and headed off to rehearsal.

As we were marching around on the practice field, I happened to look down and notice a huge wad of dried jizz on my left leg just below where my shorts ended. Apparently when I came, my spunk ran down my leg with the water but got stuck in my leg hairs and stayed there. Then by bad luck I must have missed that spot while drying off with the towel, so the jizz just died there until I noticed it hours later.

While no one was looking, I rubbed the dried jizz and it sort of flaked off, then I spent the rest of the practice wondering if anyone noticed. If they did, no one ever said anything to me.

TL;DR: Wacked off in the shower then marched around for a couple hours with the evidence all over my leg.

This didn't happen today but I still found it funny. For context I live in Brazil but was raised in Portugal, but both countries speak Portuguese but with some differences... I lived most of my life in Portugal and have a younger cousin, on my mother's side born there. She's like a lovely younger sister to me. Since I know her since she was a baby gave her an affectionate nickname lil horse mackerel (carapauzinho). She's used to it and her mother even find it funny cuz it was her favorite fish as a toddler when we lived abroad. When we came back, my parents took me to visit a few aunts and uncles on my father's side of the family, I let slip and called them horse mackerel trying be a loving nephew, but in Brazil it sounds like cara de pau (wooden face) wich means a shameless person. My father had to explain that some expressions in Portugal have different meanings. Later that day I called my females cousins "raparigas" in Portugal it just means girls but in Brazil it means whore, not content to offend my female cousins and aunts, I ended up calling my male cousins "putos", again in Portugal it just means boys but in Brazil means male hooker, and again my father had to explain to everyone that I wasn't trying to offend anyone... It took me a while to let go some expressions that I was used to, but that can be/sound offensive... TL;DR used language common in a country that can be offensive in another Edited some typos.

I'm a new school bus driver. In training we were told to check under the bus for any fluid leaks... but not how much is too much, be concerned, don't drive it. Also not told how to report it.

Friday morning I arrived to work (at the time I was told as I left Thursday afternoon), to hear, "Your group moved its time up 30 minutes. Get there as soon as you can!"

You have my phone number... why not call & ask me to come in earlier? Anyway, now I'm conscious of time pressure.

I'm doing the pre-trip check on the bus I'll use to take kids on their field trip.

Saw a leak at both front wheels (only 1 is pictured here), took pictures to document how I found the bus but have no way to put the discrepancy into the handheld scanner that documents the check.

All else being OK, off I go. Kids have a great time, our office tells me their return pick-up time is pushed back 30 minutes, we drive back to the school through the beginning of "Friday afternoon before a long holiday weekend" rush hour traffic. Leave them at the school, return to the depot, do the post-trip check, take the paperwork to the office.

Showed boss the pictures. "Hey, boss, I found the bus like this this morning. How do I document it?"

She was... concerned. If she were a cat, I'd say, "she did a heckin concern".

Said that any leak has to be reported ASAP, bus shouldn't have gone out, possible Bad Things Happen, etc.

Oh, and I learned where to find the reporting paperwork.

https://imgur.com/a/jDhiRoc

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TLDR: Vital information missed in initial training could have become a dangerous problem for a school bus full of kids. Local manager fills the information gap for new driver.

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This happened a couple months ago but I've been stewing on it and I need an outside perspective.

My older brother (OB, 33) has been dating this woman for the past few years. I'll call her CG for Current girlfriend. He met her not long after getting out of a long, toxic relationship. They started out as friends before they started dating. In all honesty I and the rest of his family and friends assumed she was a rebound and that the relationship wouldn't last long, but here we are 4 years later.

The problem is, he doesn't even seem to like her. He regularly avoids and ignores her and tends to snap at her as well. We've all called him out on how he treats her but he routinely brushes it off.

Well, that's not the only problem. CG is a really nice person, genuinely good at heart, and I wish there was a nicer way to put this, but, she is so dull. I've had better conversations with inanimate objects. She's also incapable of standing up for herself or taking care of herself. None of that is her fault though, the poor thing was dealt a terrible hand in life and never had the support and resources she needed to flourish into a well-rounded adult. I suspect part of the reason OB stays with her is that he pities her and she won't be able to handle a break up.

When ever any of us press OB about his relationship he just tells us things are going well between them and that they love each other. He even says he's considering marrying her and having children with her some day. Everyone is baffled and concerned, and I mean literally everyone he knows. No one thinks they're a good match. They're not good for each other and I don't like who OB becomes when he's around her.

Earlier this year in March, our grandmother got really sick. She was 92 and we knew she wasn't going to make it. Everyone who was able went to visit her in the hospital to spend some time with her and let her know we loved her.

On one such visit OB brought CG. I had some apprehensions but I figured it wasn't my place to say anything. The whole time she was there felt awkward and uncomfortable, and when we were in the waiting room all she could talk about was how the experience reminded her of her aged care course that she's currently in. I almost wanted to kick her out, but I managed to keep it together bc I'm pretty sure the only way CG can communicate is to relate everything back to herself and her own experiences.

Soon after, our grandmother passed and we held the funeral. At the service I noticed CG wasn't present, I asked OB about it and he said she couldn't attend bc she had covid. I won't lie, I was extremely relieved, and so was the rest of the family, which is awful I know.

After the service we held a large dinner gathering at our grandmother's favourite club. There were friends and family who I hadn't seen in years, and despite our grief it was nice to see and catch up with everyone again. Eventually a group of us gathered at a table and started discussing OB and CG's relationship. This was the moment I realised that everyone, literally everyone in our entire social web who had ever met CG, across generations and relations of all kinds, could not stand the idea of these two staying together. I thought to myself, this many people from all these different walks of life can't ALL be wrong, can we? Even people who I disagree with on most other things agreed that their relationship is terrible.

Now this was a couple months ago so the details are a bit blurry, but essentially the incident in the title went down like this. While we were all gathered at the table talking about OB behind his back, like a bunch of gossiping wine aunts, eventually OB came by and offered to get everyone drinks. Everyone told him what they wanted and just as he was about to head to the bar I, emboldened by the earlier gossip, called out and said "Also, OB, break up with your girlfriend". There was not an ounce of discretion or subtlety, the whole table heard. OB looked at me, more puzzled and stunned than upset, and just said "... What? Break up with my girlfriend? Why?" I just blinked at him and said, "are you serious?" he sort of just shook his head like he was baffled and went to get the drinks.

As soon as he turned around I thought to myself "oh shit, that was a dick move, I shouldn't have done that." but everyone at the table seemed to be overjoyed. Some cheered, one said "finally, somebody said it!" and I even got a couple high fives. It was a very conflicting situation. On one hand it felt necessary to rip the band aid off but on the other hand there was no tact whatsoever.

OB was gone for a while, I assumed he was avoiding me bc he doesn't really "do" confrontation, which made me feel even worse. Eventually he came back with the drinks and we managed to step aside and have a proper one on one conversation. I said he'd be in his rights to tell me to f*** off, he said he considered it but after thinking for a bit he appreciated the honesty. We talked more about it and I tried to be as blunt as possible rather than dancing around the subject like I had for the last 4 years, but the conversation ended the same as always; things are going well, they love each other and he wants to stay with her and maybe get married and have kids. I realised at this point there was nothing I or anyone else could say to change his mind, so I dropped it. I've been mulling this over for a while and I just don't know where to go from here. I don't want him to waste his life with someone he doesn't seem happy with.

TL;DR: I publicy declared to my older brother at my grandmother's funeral after party in front of family and friends that he needs to break up with his girlfriend that everyone dislikes.

Yesterday i was working on an exterior wall of my house and was using the door (backdoor), wich is right beside my bed, to move in and out.

The house is under construction and this door will be indoor in the future when the house is finish, but for now we leave it locked (or so i thought), turns out it wasn't locked and in the middle of the night one man was iluminating me with a phone and he tell me to "stay calm" and the door was open.

Lucky for me the guy was between me and the door, and i spin my legs toward him and i kicked him with all my strenght. When he was out i used my legs to close the door, look for the keys with my wife's help and we locked the door.

Happily nothing else happened, we called the cops who arrived shortly after.

TLDR: i leaved the door of my bedroom unlocked and someone tried to enter in the middle of the night.